Chapter 80 - Even if my heart forgets, my soul will remember you (2/2)

Yoori laughs. ”I am sure that you said that to me in your dreams.”

Their two daughters return from the garden after a small fight. They see their parents laughing together. The daughters run to their parents to complain about each other. Yoori and Wu Yixing look at their little treasures and share a smile, realizing that this moment is possibly one of the happiest moments of their lives.

Wu Qiuyue has been looking forward to Li Jun's return. She keeps waiting for him. After that night, she never entered his chamber again. She is always afraid that he meant his words. She would be thrown out. She will lose everything including whatever left of her pride. After Li Jun's return, she hopes that he has changed.

Nothing has changed. Li Jun never looks at her. He doesn't talk to her. The relationship between him and Li Hua also turn sour because of Li Jun's treatment of Wu Qiuyue. The small thorn between father and son grows into a giant unbreakable wall. Wu Qiuyue becomes depressed when she sees this. She has Li Hua, but Li Jun has no one. That man would never let her come to his side.

She suffers every day to see him in pain. She tries her best to mend the relationship between Li Hua and Li Jun, but it never works. The mental anguish and pain take a toll on her body. At the age of 33, she dies with Li Hua crying beside her. Li Jun didn't come to see her one last time.

Neither alive nor dead, Li Jun quietly lives his life. Sometimes, he gazes afar and hopes to see a certain familiar and yet unfamiliar figure. Perhaps, their paths would miraculously cross. Maybe, she would change her mind and come to him.

He wonders if he should have said yes when she asked him to abandon everything for her. He wonders if she would accept if he was never married.

There are only questions, but she's not here to answer him.

Will she keep her promise?

Years later, he is lying alone on the bed. He is too old and weak to get up. His son hasn't come to see him once. There is no one beside him.

The destined child who has contributed greatly to the nation. The man who changed history. The war hero.

All the titles and achievements are dust when one is lying on his deathbed.

He hopefully looks at the door, hoping desperately that a figure will probably materialize in his blurry vision.

”The day is over,” He whispers as the last ray of sunlight is gone from the sky. ”You didn't keep your promise, Witch.”

He hears a short laugh. ”The birthday boy is angry.”

The same laugh that he heard a long time ago. A memory that seems like a dream now. A distant memory from a life that he would have lived if she hadn't changed the past.

”Kyuri...” The long-forgotten familiar name comes out of his lips. He remembers now who she is.

She lights the lamp beside his bed. The soft light falls on her face. She looks the same. Before the time turn and after the time turn, Li Jun realizes that she has been the only woman that he has loved.

”You remember me.” She holds his hand and smiles. ”Is it because you are going to leave me soon?”

”You left me first.” Li Jun doesn't want to blink. He can't tell whether this is a dream or a reality. The distance between his life and death is closing. If he blinks, she might disappear. ”I will find you again.”

”I will wait for you.” She lays down beside him. She could hear the sound of his slowing heartbeat.

”Liar.” Li Jun chuckles hoarsely. ”You didn't wait for me that day.”

A traitorous tear escapes her eye. Li Jun places his bony palm on her cheek. He kisses her one last time on her forehead.

He tells her as his voice becomes faint with each word, ”I won't say goodbye. I know that I will meet you again someday. Even if my heart forgets, my soul will remember you.”

There is a content smile frozen on his face. His eyes didn't leave her face once.

Kyuri presses her face to his ċhėst and breaks into sobs.

When the sunlight breaks into the sky, Li Jun is found on the bed alone with a warm smile on his lips as if he's asleep and dreaming of something sweet and intangible.